Current mood: creativeMusic: "Eleanor Rigby" - The BeatlesSubject: A furneral party for his truly.

Scott transformed from my pot well to my elysium today. It was magically skeptical, and I fear I was too uptight to enjoy it all to its fullest, but... wow. What a transformation it was. The words to describe him are just too necromantic for my lips. Or hands, rather.
He made me these earrings out of white paper clips and broken fabric off his shirt.

They're really not as shabby as I made them sound. I'll take a picture of them and e-mail them to whoever wants to see. Speaking of pictures, I should have mine ready sometime in the near future. I'm not setting a date yet because, as most of you know, I'm not the most committed person on Earth...

All-in-all, I went home with a smile on my face and a hop in my step. ...Sorta.